I remember in the early 90's growing up in Zimbabwe. One year we had a terrible food shortage and we had to import Polenta maize meal from Kenya as food aid. I remember it tasted like dust. These Biciband Polenta straps are conjuring up those same feelings of revulsion and despair. I wouldn't put my foot in them if Mugabe's ass was attached to the other end of them.
I remember in the early 90's growing up in Zimbabwe. One year we had a terrible food shortage and we had to import Polenta maize meal from Kenya as food aid. I remember it tasted like dust. These Biciband Polenta straps are conjuring up those same feelings of revulsion and despair. I wouldn't put my foot in them if Mugabe's ass was attached to the other end of them.